The Gift

At the peak of pleasure was the foundation laid.In the throes of passion was the journey begun.It was formed in darkness and grows in silence.It had life because the creator willed it so.

It was a prayer but now a reality .It was formless but that was just the beginning.It will have shape and structure when it reaches the end.Wrapped in fragile tissue housed in delicate flesh.

Don’t spoil the surprise with a peek under the hood.It always pays to wait and be hit by the surprise.Its a long wait , yes, but its worth the time.The quiet prayers, the gentle touches, the expectant looks all part of the gift.

Its a gift received with utmost joy.But it is opened in painful groans and moans.With screams and shouts of pain the wrapping is shredded.When its stripped bare, there is a cry, shrill and soul piercing.